these walls are too thin, it's easy to eavesdrop and i don't really mind what i've been hearing you say it's nothing--that love is a mistake or something but i don't really mind what i've been feeling you're always coming by in the middle of the night, you're not mine but then you're here in the morning
always coming around just like you do
and your face is blurred with careful whispers but i don't really mind what i've been hearing the touch of your skin is softer than satin but i dont really mind what i've been feeling i'm always coming by in the middle of the night, you're not mine but then i'm there in the morning